`Not-Dick-Cheney` [Thread]

This is not my story. This is another redditors. I liked it so much I
saved it but I don't remember who the posters was so I don't want
upvotes just want to pass on the story.

The scariest person is someone who I don't even know. While I was back
in college I had the opportunity to fly out to Kansas City to see a
friend for a weekend. We hadn't seen each other in a while and I really
needed a break so I obliged the invitation. I arrived at around 9pm. I
knew nothing about the city and he didn't have a car or cell phone
because of how close his apartment was to campus. He walked to pick me
up from the bus station where I got off from the airport. We went back
to his apartment. We started the night off talking and drinking. It was
a blast. The time went on and it quickly became 3am. We noticed the time
just as there came a loud knock on the door. "Did someone just knock on
the door with a piece of metal?" I asked my friend. "I think so, but let
me go che...". Suddenly and roaring loud we hear from the door a man
calling in a deep and gutteral voice "CAAANDY. FREE CAAANDY." He
continued to knock. "OPEN THE DOOR AND COME OUT FOR SOME FREE CAAAANDY."
My friend approached the peephole quietly and peered through. He turned
around with color slowly draining from his face. He mouthed me the words
"We're going to die." He slithered to the floor and wormed his way back
to where I was squatting behind the couch, together we made our way to
the back of the apartment and hid in a closet. The knocking continued. I
asked him what he had seen. "He must be at least six and a half feet
tall. He is black, ripped, and completely naked except for a doo rag,
and has a double barreled shotgun". His reply carried the emotions of
being half amazed and shocked at what he was saying. We shat bricks
while waiting for the door to come down in splinters. The knocking
continued to get louder and louder. We could feel the pounding from the
door in the floor where we were hiding. There was no phone to call for
help, no car to run to out of the window. We were on the fourth floor
with no access to the stairwell. There was no where for us to go. After
about 15 or so minutes the knocking stopped. We no longer heard anyone
yelling and offering free candy. We waited for another half hour or so
before coming out and looking back into the hallway. He was gone. The
next morning I went out and rented a car. My friend went and bought a
cell phone. We made a police report but they never followed up on it.
Scary shit. TLDR: Naked shotgun wielding black man.

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